While her question had driven him to laughing heartily for the first time in a long period characterized by formalities, the thin line she pressed her lips into suggested his amusement was not shared. Placing the palm of his hand over his mouth, he conceals the broad grin on his face until the muscles around the corner of his lips finally relax. Even as he lowers his hand, however, the smirk in his eyes linger. The lack of pressure for victory, along with the girl's honest inquiries somehow softened him ever so slightly.
Her bluntness suited her appearance quite well, unafraid to voice her opinions and without intentions to flatter. Not even his fingers and toes together could measure the number of women who tried desperately to win a man over for the sake of elevating her own social status. Though, he did not necessarily mind, or perhaps his focus was only on the king. Whatever it was, he miraculously managed to simultaneously establish strong relationships with women and maintain some sort of distance.
"Is that so...? I thought I appeared ideal to serve, rather than to be served. Do I give off an aura of royalty?"
It was his turn to express curiosity. In Camelot and on the Moon Cell, he knew very well of the comments likening him to a 'loyal dog,' but they were comments he took as compliments. Nothing could compare to the pride tied into the comparison, for it symbolized an unwavering devotion and perpetual usefulness to whomever he chose to follow. To be told he was thought of in a different light by his current Master, was that not intriguing?
".....you conducted some comprehensive research, m'lady. I have consistently been surprised today by what you have learned."
Certainly, another wave of surprise washed over him from being described as 'cute.' How nostalgic to hear it again, the word his uncle had so often used whenever he did something embarrassing -- and he could not help but feel a deep ache somewhere.
At this point, the bit of merriment from before had been flushed out of his system by her most recent speculations. To have noticed even what he himself paid little attention to, it was truly commendable. Yet, he did not offer a word of praise as he usually would have, instead giving a smile that bordered 'sardonic.' Truth rang in her words, of course, and by subjecting himself to her interrogation, he placed himself in a position to give a proper response -- even if it proved to be a challenge.
"'Knight of the Sun' is a title I carried long ago. I may still have my reputation and former titles attached to my name, but my status as one of the Round Table no longer stands."
There it was again -- that deep ache.
What he said was far from a satisfactory answer, as it did not directly address her concerns, but the minor change in his facial expression and the almost imperceptible tightening of his jaw suggested he already revealed more than he wanted.
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